My wife sadly said, “I’m sorry, love. I burnt the toast.”
I said, “It’s ok, honey.”
Before starting my breakfast, I asked, “Can you play ‘I’ll Survive’?’’
Confused, she asked, “Now?”,
“Yes, because I’m gonna eat the toast now.” I laughed teasingly.
She glared at me, and said, “I’ll play ‘Another One Bites the Dust’.”